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Crossing Paths

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby S1mon on Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:03 pm

OOC: Roleplay between S1m0n (Joseph Clark) and nightwolf (Alistair Clark)

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"Joseph Clark here", was the sound that came out of a young man's mouth into his mobile, as he strode along the corridor, his footsteps echoing throughout the room. Either side of him, were rows of tables, each of them littered with paper and computer screens, all manned by men and women dressed in suits as was he, each looking up to him as he passed, clearly showing that he was the one in charge.

"Mr Clark. I'm afraid we bring bad news. Is it ok to speak?", was the sound that returned back to Joseph's ears, in which he responded immediately with, "Give me a sec", as his eyes and finger glared upon another man and pointed back towards the path he had just walked down, before sticking his hand out to push open the door of his office.

Inside was a large window with double-glazed doors inbetween, where there was a balcony outside. The office was styled in walnut panels with a tall leather chair tucked behind a grand desk, but Joseph passed by the luxury and comfort of his seat, and stepped out onto the balcony, where he then spoke into his mobile again, "Okay I'm free", making sure he was away from everyone else.

Joseph prized privacy, making sure those who wished for a moment's peace got it, and also making sure that when there was a need for heads being banged together, he would do just that. At the start of his career, many looked down at him, seeing him too young, too naive, but he had climbed the ladder and now reached the top, being a Director of his own company and a great businessman.

The female on the other side of the line, could of been a possible client, or a client pulling away, which meant it was top priority for Joseph to be on the other side, making sure that his way came into fruition. However, the female was not a client, or possible client, but a Doctor, and the news was not good news at all. As he grew, he dived into reading (more newspaper than books), done daily exercises, play games, all those usual stuff young people do, before leaving home to set down his own road. His road however came to a standstill and seemed he must return home as the Doctor informed him of his parents' death, but what startled him more, was that he had a brother, Alistair, who he would now be required to take care of.

Joseph could deal with nitty gritty contracts, but when his past caught up with him, and having part of his past life being brought into his new life, it was going to be hard. After switching his mobile off, he then gripped onto the balcony with his hand and closed his eyes as he felt the air hit his face. Yes he had left, not because there was no love lost, but now he had someone else, and how would he fit it all in his routine. He was due in the gym in an hour.

Unfortunately, that would have to wait or he'd have some visitors disturbing his business for not complying with his duties at home, and so he left his office, leaving the Deputy Director in charge after calling him in and giving him his own version of the story, before putting on his shaded sunglasses and entering his BMW, immediately putting on the throttle and heading...home. Something he had not done for awhile.

Memory served well for where to go, but what perked his interest was his brother, Alistair. On his way down, he popped into the Hospital to collect his parents' things, before arriving at his former home. Pulling up outside, he opened his car door and closed, before looking up towards the home he grew up in. It was quite a sight, and nothing compared to where he lived now, and was quite unsure how all this would work out. Would his brother be like him, would he even like him? He wasn't use to have a sibling, as it was all about him, but now. A sigh escaped his mouth.

He was a businessman afterall, head of a business, not a family, and though he had wits, and brawn, it was something he hadn't really prepared for. You couldn't prepare yourself for such a thing, especially as unexpected as this was, as he stuck the key into the keyhole and turned, the door opening slightly as he entered, as familiar sights were brought back to life, as he begun to walk about, picking up photos and picturing himself back when he was younger, before calling out, "Alistairrrr!". Only a matter of time before he sees exactly who he'd be dealing with, couldn't be that bad thinking about it....clients were alot harder....
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Alistair was sat in his room surrounded buy his comic books all of them were kept in protective cases as He only need to read them once then he could easily recal the information. Alistair definately had a way of remembering certain bits of information, parts of books, video games, and movies.

Alistiar room was highly organised his books were catergorized , his clothes neatly hung up and his comic books and collectables all neatly line up on sheleves. He didnt quite understand why he was take out of school early, he didnt finish school untill 3:05, then his parents would come and take him home. But he came home half and hour early, he did get upset when he had to leave school and had to be calmed down by his teacher.

Ali was in a special class for his Autism and he enjoyed school it was a nice safe routine that couldnt be disturbed at all, the older children at the school made fun of Ali for his strange quirks. But he hardly noticed since he tried to stay in the libary or a safe part of the classroom. Ali could read and write a little and spoke a few words such as ' mom ' and 'dad' 'yes' and 'no' as well as other phrases which he had picked up,the school was working with him to speak more often and ask for things he wanted. Alistair looked over to his door as someone called his name, he shook his head quickly as his mind calculated rapidly what voice this mysterious person was coming from. Standing up from his chair he spun in a circle clicking his fingers together he walked slowly down the stairs. He hummed softly to himself as he walked it was one of his coping mechanisms to deal with stress and panic.

Seeing a tall man he shook his head lightly "D...Dad" he mumbled his head tilting at the person. Looking at the door the person must have had a key since Alistair has a tendency to wander away from the house especially if something interested him and he wanted to find out how it work. He reached the bottom of the stairs and rocked back and forth on his feet his fingers twiddling together. Alistair was never sure of strangers he only knew his family.
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Nothing could of prepared him for all this. Leaving home was a decision he made quite quickly, and never thought he'd return again...well, not so soon anyway. Looking at the pictures, it seemed there was little trace of him anymore, and his parents hadn't contacted, except in death *how ironic* yet here he was, soon to meet his brother and did not know a thing.

Joseph had done well, and climbing his way up in business and at such an age was a great achievement. As much as he felt good about meeting his brother and help set him up, it was also at a bad timing when business was blooming and his girlfriend was waiting for their next date, leaving texts every other day, but work had kept him busy, and now this.

It would be strange, both for him, and his brother. Afterall, he had not known him all his life, and all he knew was that his name was Alistair and that from the photos, he was in his teens. However, he had no more time to think about it, when he heard footsteps coming down. He looked up after hearing him, "D...Dad", no doubt he was waiting for their parents to come home and being a male figure, mistook him.

The question now was where to go from here. He had answered his call, and now they were face-to-face. He was quite a handsome lad, much like himself, dressed in navy trousers and top. He'd never really been around children, more around adults with tight purses in a stuffy room. Children was currently not on his list, and having a teen as quick as clicking fingers together, it was quite alot.

"You must be Alistair", he said with a friendly smile, he was good at keeping appearances up, "I'm afraid Dad's not home...I know it's going to be alot to take in, as I feel it too....but I'm your brother. My name's Joseph, but you can call me Joe, alright?", as he pulled out a little passport photo in his shirt pocket which he picked up before leaving to come here, then stretched his hand and passed it to him, showing a young picture back when he was at home with his parents.

It was probably all to sudden to announce himself, but he'd rather announce himself properly, rather than being seen as an intruder. One thing was strange, is why he as a teen, was acting so calm and quiet, especially round a stranger who happens to have a key to come in. Certainly not the response he would of given, which he was thankful for, but did make him curious.

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Still standing at the bottom of the stairs, he found himself starring at Joseph's shoes, counting the number of holes the figuring out the length of the shoelaces by multiplying the number of holes and the distance between them. It was about 24 inches of shoelace. He looked to his own shoe and noticed the difference in how they were tied, dad had tied all of Alistiars shoes for him since it was easier than Ali putting on the wrong shoe most of the time even thought he didn't notice the difference.

He smiled and gave a soft giggle to himself, his eyes focused quickly on the picture. They darted at the details, there were less pictures on the wall and dad had a big moustache. His head tilted sideways as he clicked the connection of the younger Joe in the picture and the older Joe now. His hair was still short and he was taller than Ali by a few inches, he dressed nice too like when Mom and Dad went out to dinner with each other.

Giving the picture back to Joe he saw Joe's wristwatch, looking at his own watch Ali shook his head quickly walking to the door he peered through the spy hole he spoke he words only coming out in short bursts " mom..and dad..are late..." looking at his watch again he continued. " by 49 minutes and 39 seconds" he stepped away from the door. Rubbing his hands together quickly he hummed again adjusting the pictures on the wall to perfection.

He thought about why Joe was here, he said they were related Ali never had a brother it was always mom, dad and Ali. That's how it always was how did Joe get a key anyway? He shook his head clicking his fingers again. He brushed his hair with his fingers he eyes still looking every so often at Joe and the things he was wearing.

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His crystal blue eyes watched Alistair after passing the photo as he saw him smile, which in turn made him smile. The first step was cleared. He had introduced himself and provided evidence, as if it was another transaction, but he knew that wasn't all. It had been some time since he last roamed in this same hallway he was standing, leaving home to set down his road, never realising he had a brother. It was alot to take in, and if he was Alistair, then he'd be asking many questions, but his response had been a smile, though he didn't know Alistair so it made it hard to judge.

Instead of acknowledging him, after his picture had been returned which he put back into his shirt pocket, he watched as he looked to his watch, walked to the door and looked out the spyhole. He was no doubt waiting for their parents to return. Joseph could recall the times he had spent with his parents, living under this roof, and the day he departed. Calls were not frequent with times being busy and then numbers changing, but he didn't wish his return home to be without his parents, and was never expecting to have a brother, though it wasn't too bad.

Though Alistair was different, his calm nature, and then when he spoke in short bursts, "mom..and dad...are late...by 49 minutes and 39 seconds", before stepping away, rubbing his hands and humming to himself as he straightened a picture on the wall. With the short bursts, he was guessing exaggeration, but then the rubbing of the hands, was he cold? He had spent so much time trying to make deals and outwitting people in order to make an agreement, but so much time couped up in offices kept him away from these such things. Joseph couldn't help being a busybody sometimes, and thinking about it, was there something else the female Doctor wanted to say before he rushed off.

Where would he go from here? With the way he acted in waiting for them to come home, how on earth could he say they wouldn't come home, for what would he do then? He needed to know more first before he got down to the nitty gritty stuff, and so he operated as if arranging a deal, seeing what the client wanted and how they were doing, before finding a deal that will benefit both. He hoped using such logic would help in this case.

Though he could explain his previous movement, when he clicked his fingers afterwards, he was sure something was wrong, but by the quick movements he was making, he could only work out that he was worried, probably getting stressed, and stress was something that was bad, especially for how young he was.

He was completely unprepared for this, so he had to go with instincts instead, as he held his right hand towards his brother while he used his left hand to call him over, "Let's go into the back. I'll go make us a drink while we wait. Probably went shopping". Going into the kitchen was a bad idea when stressed, and being near a door didn't help either. If he was cold, then it'll be nice and warm in the sitting room, and if it was still the same, the old opening hatch to the kitchen would be there, so he could make them both a drink and sit down for a bit. In such a state, he didn't have the heart to tell him, so he had to calm him down first.

When he felt stressed, he usually kept himself to himself and just relaxed in a jacuzzi, but when being with others was needed, then he wanted to be sure he had their support, which was why he has his hand move towards him, which he could choose to hold as they walked to the back room, or he'd put his hand on his shoulder to show he was there. Then again, they had just met, so he was trying to be as hospitable and friendly as he could to show he wasn't a bad guy, which he weren't.

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He stared at Joseph's shoes again something about them was interesting to Ali, well everything was interesting. The way things moved and the physics behind it, that's why Ali enjoyed science at school, even though he didn't understand most of what the lesson was he like more practical things so he could work it out at his own speed. Puzzles really caught Ali's attention especially Chinese puzzles, they had a range of different textures and had a tendency to move in all directions so were challenging and relaxing.

" Let's go into the back, I'll make us a drink while we wait. Probably went shopping."

Listening carefully he shook his head quickly and spoke " shopping day is Wednesday.....at five" he spoke everything was done at certain times it was a way for Ali to feel safe at home in his own environment. He tapped his fingers together quickly his mind debating wether to take Joe's hand or not he didn't know a lot about him it was still cloudy to him that he had a brother and older one. Mom and Dad didn't say anything about Joe probably so Ali wouldn't be confused.

Humming softly he shuffled forward taking Joe's hand lightly his face wavering in uncertainty about both Joe himself, and his parents. He gave a glance to the door standing on his tip toes to try and see better but he couldn't.

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As he thought about what he should do, taking precautions in the state Alistair shown, he couldn't help but notice how his eyes were looking down at him. As soon as he recieved the call, he had replaced his suit jacket with a jacket suit to make him look more casual with a little bandana replacing his tie so he didn't look too official and more chilled out, yet it till couldn't make them both happy families. Afterall, they hardly knew each other, apart from their names, though he hoped to change that.

It was already clear to Joseph that Alistair was....different, and soon revealed that he was organised when he told him about shopping day, which gave him the impression how ordered things were, yet he was still unsure how to act infront of him from the way he acted, so he took things calmly, since he acted as if he were younger. Probably something he will find out just to be sure.

Joseph could see how he hesitated to take his hand, but if he could not move him away into a more safer environment or even be trusted, then it would indeed take quite a bit of time and alot of caution when near a door. It was a relief when he felt his brothers' hand, yet it felt strange seeing that this was a first, and the fact he did take his hand rather than just doing as instructed and walk into the back room. It was a sign that he did trust him, somewhat, but at the same time, it shown more about Alistair's character also.

His worries for their parents, his calmness, how he gently held his hand, it shown that he was a caring and kind person, not a rebel as he was before going all serious. He thought that leaving home from all responsibility with parents over his shoulder, to get on with his life, become stinking rich will be all he'll need, not forgetting a gorgeous girlfriend, but now seeing Alistair, he felt he was wrong and that he really had missed something.

Now was not the time to get all emotional as he smiled as he closed his fingers so he too could hold his hand, and like him, he done lightly. His blue eyes twitched, before looking into Alistair's blue eyes, "I'll find out. Ok? I promise". He knew what had happened, but didn't have the heart to say it, as he turned away and walked with him into the backroom, stopping and smiling as he looked round. It had changed a little, but he still could remember.

Soon as he passed a chair so Alistair was right next to one, he then stopped and turned to him, "You can take a seat here. I'll go get us a drink...What would you like?", as he released his fingers away, awaiting to hear what he'd like, before going for a hunt in the kitchen and making a few calls.

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Walking slowly with Joe his spare hand flexed and unflexed as they came into theback room, it was where the family would sit after dinner and watch tv, talk about their days. Just being a family, Ali would often read his comic books or sit and do his puzzles.

Sitting down in the chair that Joe put him by he spoke answering his question about what he wanted to drink, he looked at his watch he usually drank water or juice and only had hot drinks on the weekends. But now was the choice of water or juice, tapping his hands he spoke " er.....water....." he paused for a second before adding " please" he remembered his manners. Please and thank you were taught to him at school, it took him weeks to get the order right untill he finnaly worked it out his parents were proud of him asking for a drink or a snack.

Looking around the room he picked up a Rubix cube that was on the table next to him, humming softly he twisted the sides slowly working out how to match the colours, pausing he wondered wether Joe knew where the glasses were. There used to be symbols on the cupboards so Ali would know where things were but he took them down soon after due to his great memory. " glasses...third cupboard...right to sink" he called out concentrating on the cube again.

He could remember most things about the household it was the outside world he had trouble with, conversation, social etiquette all things that a teenager should no, but outside was a strange and scary place filled with loud noise and bright lights.

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Joseph stood as he watched Alistair take a seat then look at his watch before answering. He found it strange, yet it seemed the time was helping him, just like when he checked, asking where their parents were, but of course, he knew the answer. He seemed a kind and gentle soul, and as a result, he was at a loss on how to bring the message across when he begun to stress and worry when they were late, who knew how he'd act if he told him they were dead. Even Joseph couldn't believe it himself. Yes he left home, but he never wished them dead, that he would return, but not like this.

His thoughts were halted for now as Alistair asked for water before adding "please" which made him smile, which widened when he entered the kitchen and heard him call out where to find the glasses. Afterall, he hadn't been here for quite a few years. Perhaps Alistair came in the year he left or maybe after. He'll have to ask, as he took his mobile out of his pocket and looked for the Doctor's number who rang but it was answer machine. He sighed, as he took two glasses out and began filling with water to rinse them, before speaking quietly when the tone was heard, and moving closer to the other side of the kitchen, away from where the backroom was.

"Joseph Clark speaking", he begun, his voice almost a whisper but loud enough for the message to be understood, with his mobile being held by his ear, while he emptied the glasses, and sorted Alistair's drink, before finding the juice for him, thinking he'll have cold for now also, "I believe I cut you from something important about Alistair back when I was at work. I apologise for that, just weren't thinking straight, but I must know, since I have no idea what's up with him. I will also appreciate any advice on how I can tell him. I thought work was hard in getting an agreement, but I'm lost here, as much as I hate to admit it, but I don't want to hurt him. He seemed tense and agitated and constantly looking at his watch asking where they are when I arrived. Umm, please call back. Thank you. Bye".

By the time he finished, he had the drinks poured, and now put his phone away, before picking both drinks and entering the back room, putting both glasses on the table, before looking to Alistair with a smile, "So how old are you Alistair?", hoping for a nice ripe age, like 13 or 14, or it'll just make him old, aswell as making him even more concerned. Hopefully the Doctor would explain everything and make it more clear. He felt like the bringer of bad news, and for their first meeting and bringing the worst news anyone can bring, it certainly was not good, but could not be helped.

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At West Valley General Hospital the sounds of machinery beeping and general chatter from patients and doctors filled the halls. After finishing writting up notes and shoving them back where they should be, Dr Emily Cross noticed a missed call on her answer machine, sighing softly she received close to thirty calls today sometimes more if it was one of those busy days. Listening carefully to the recording she couldn't help but smile Alistair Clark was defenately a special young man.

Standing up she picked up Ali's file and flicked through to the general brief of Alistair's condition, grabbing the phone she sailed back the number. Speaking as soon as the phone picked up.

" hello Mr Clark I believe you called about your brother, Alistair has a form of autism, which explains why he was so agitated his life runs on routine, certain meals, activities. Any block in that routine causes utter panic. Time is everything to Alistair that's why he looks at his watch a lot so he can keep track of everything that's going on, otherwise he will either sit and rock back on forth where he is or spin in circles to calm himself down. Alistiar's memory is good in terms of remembering. Information he can tell you what happend in a film or a comic book but he wouldn't be able to tell you how he feels. Ali enjoys the feeling of textures as well as things he can take apart like puzzles.

I've heard that he is very talented at maths and science even if he doesn't understand it he can't work out large multiplications in his head. He doesn't like loud noises or flash lights it panics him because he doesn't not understand what's going on. He doesn't speak that often the first time I saw him he only said yes or no to me and I don't think he even knew what those words meant. I wouldn't overload him with difficult question think of his mental age being that of a ten year old or there abouts.

I suggest you create a routine to start with keep reminding him that you are brothers and inform him that his parents aren't coming back he may no understand that they've passed on since death is a mystery to some autistic people some understand that people die and don't come back while others hardly notice the people have gone because they are are in their routine.

Just work with him slowly youll learn more about him as you get to know each other if your ever stuck you can always call, good luck "

She hung up soon after as her pager beeped informing her of another emergency.

Ali sipped the water and placed it on a coaster, he twirled the Rubix cube twisting the side again. He thought about how old he was thinking about what he got for his birthday this last year.
" Seventeen" he mumbled quickly as he finished the Rubix cube and put it on the table next to him with his glass of water. He twiddled his hands again tucking a loose lace back into his converse side.

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Joseph watched as Alistair twirled the Rubix cube, and twisted it, as he replied that he was 17 before the Rubix cube was completed, and only a few could do that, as he picked it up and blinked his eyes to make sure he weren't seeing things, before saying with a wide smile, "That's fantastic Alistair!". Not so long after giving him a praise, his phone rung, as he lifted his finger up, "I'll be right back", as he popped back into the kitchen, putting his hand on his shoulder and giving him a smile as he left.

When he arrived, he picked it up, and it was none other than the Doctor, which was the exact person he wished to speak too with all this happening so suddenly. He listened carefully as she explained about Alistair, his condition, and it explained a great deal about what he had seen and heard, yet he still felt iffy about telling him.

Soon after the Doctor went, he then dialled Gareth, who was the Deputy Director, but once again it was an answer machine. No doubt the workload was quite a bit and his message wasn't going to be any easier, as he told him that he was in charge, and anything urgent and needing help with, just text him, but may not respond quickly due to family matters. With work out the way, he could concentrate on Alistair now, seeing as he was all he had.

Now with more understanding, he was pleased that he had done things right so far, he was more prepared. The Doctor had suggested creating a routine, making sure that he knows that he is his brother and that their parents aren't coming back. It would be hard, but he'd get through it, as he re-entered the backroom. Afterall, he'd never dealt with a ten year old, or any child at all, except himself.

The best way, which was the way he had taken with precautions anyway, was taking it slow and steady, as he took the seat next to his brother and took a sip of his juice. As he sipped, he begun to work out what he could do, before leaning back in his chair and turning to Alistair, "17.....It sure has been quite some time since I was here, and it's changed quite a bit. Do you mind showing me round Alistair? Your room?", he added at the end. It hadn't changed much but perhaps he could gain a little bit of an insight into his current routine.

He stood out of his chair, and offered his hand and letting him lead if he would, before adding, "Do you prefer to be called Ali, or Alistair?", he said curiously. His name was Joseph yet many just called him Joe. From what he had seen, and from what the Doctor had said, Alistair is quite a smart lad, so he'd only have some time before he asks again, though he knew he couldn't delay forever, so he would tell him and be the brother he needed, as best as he could anyway.

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He smiled at the praise from Joe he found Rubix cubes easy to do it was colourful and could be turned in different directions two great things in Ali's mind.

He didn't notice Joe walk away from the room since he was looking at the lampshades opposite him, it was crystal well a crystal most up and it was probably a plastic residue of some sort but it still reflected small rainbows on the wall. He tapped his fingers on his palm and slowly looked over as Joe returned asking wether Ali could show him his room.

His head tilted and he hummed softly thinking about going up to his room, he also thought about the fact that Joe hadn't been here for a while so didn't know where to go but knew where the kitchen was. Looking up at Joe he took his hand lightly and spoke " I..." he paused trying to think of the word that would tell Joe that he proffered being call Ali, it was easier to write and sounded better. " Ali..." he pointed to himself and repeated " Ali "

He gave the room a quick glance making sure nothing was out of place, nodding to himself he walked slowly out of the back room and to the stairs. He let go of Joe's hand briefly to look through the spy hole, his parent's car wasn't in the driveway yet. Looking at his watch he moaned softly shaking his head he spoke whilst taking Joe's hand again " mom and dad...still late...1 hour 4 minutes 37 seconds" he walked up the stairs with Joe behind although he kept glancing back at Joe making sure that he was behind him. Even though Ali was holding his hand.

Opening his bedroom door he led Joe in, letting go of his hand he picked up the scattered comic books he was reading placing the back in order in a clear set of drawers. Ali's room was painted a light green with stripes of grey In the corner pictures were in a precise line and a precise width apart, his movie collectible were on a centre shelf with his rare comic books. A few puzzles were around the room some already completed others halfway done.

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The fact that Alistair took his hand shown that he was willing to take him, but he was a smart lad and couldn't decieve forever, since he didn't respond straight away. Afterall, this place had been his home for a good few years before he left, though this was their home now. Joseph could afford running both houses, but now he had to start thinking about Alistair also now, since he was now part of his life. However, he still had yet to tell him that he was all he had, and if he wished to stay with him, despite him being out of his life so far.

It made him smile again when Alistair said he preferred Ali, "Ali, it is then", before they left the backroom and once again faced the frontdoor, as he felt Ali pull away and go back up to the keyhole as Joseph closed his eyes for a split second, so that when he returned his eyes were open. While he led him up the stairs, he looked at the photos that hung on the wall, pictures of their parents, but each of them with Ali, with his not seen, probably because Ali might wonder who it was since he wasn't part of the routine the Doctor spoke about.

They soon arrived in Ali's room, with Ali tidying up while Joseph looked round, seeing how his comic books had a protective cover over it, and how organised the room was. "Green a favourite colour of yours Ali?", he asked. Afterall, he didn't know alot about him, but now that he was in an area that he was accustomed too, and away from the kitchen and front door, perhaps he should try now.

He took a seat on Ali's bed, used his legs as rests for his elbows, as he grasped his hands together infront of him and laid his forehead on them with his eyes closed and took a few breathers, before opening his mouth again, "Will you sit with me Ali?", tilting his head towards the right of him, as he brought his arms down and opened his eyes again.

Giving him time to settle down, aswell as for him, he then spoke up again, looking at Ali, remember what the Doctor told him about making sure he knew that they were brothers, as he put his right arm round him, with his right hand holding Ali's right shoulder, "I know I've not been around much, and that we've only just met, but I promise to stick around this time, alright?", giving a smile as he looked into Ali's blue eyes with his own where some water had begun to surface, knowing that he'd have to be the bearer of bad news soon, "We have our mothers' eyes, and not to mention the most amazing of smiles", remembering the smile Ali had given, "but I won't leave you, ok?", putting his left hand on his heart to show he meant it before moving it away and opening up if he felt compelled to hug him, since the Doctor said they had the mental age of a 10 year old.

The first part when he came was to show his connection and then settling him down which both went well so far, but now he wished to test if the connection he had shown and what he said about their eyes being the same just like their mothers would help him see. Once he knew, he could then try and move on to the next part the Doctor said, which was to inform him that mom and dad weren't coming back, since it was hard to create a new routine while he was in the old one and continually waiting for their parents to come home. This was alot more tougher than the new business deal coming up, but he was the only one who could do this, they was all each other had, and he wanted to show that he was there for him, before telling him that those he had spent his life with would no longer be there for him. He often wondered how Doctors coped with telling people such grievous news.

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Nodding slowly at the question about Green being a favourite colour of Ali's, it was true Ali like green as it reminded him of grass the feling on it in between your fingers it calmed him down. Sitting down next to Joe he listened as Joe apologised for not being around to see Ali grow up. It didn't really bother Ali that much since he didn't really know Joe yet, he looked at his hand as he placed it on his chest.

Looking briefly into Joe's eyes and then down to the floor again, Ali couldn't maintain eye contact for long it made him uncomfortable like someone was staring him down. He hardly noticed the tears in Joe's eyes since Ali couldn't recognise emotion he didn't know when anyone else was upset or angry including himself.

" Kay" he mumbled softly giving and uncomfortable glance to his watch, he looked at Joe watch making sure the Joe had the right time he sort of did it was out by a few seconds. He looked to the floor his hand tapping together and intertwining with each other.

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When the Doctor said how he could talk about a movie but not how he feels, he was unsure whether that was how he felt about the movie or feelings in general. That was soon answered through Ali's responses and how he reacted. His apology was more to get it off his chest than anything else, but Ali had understood, or at least, it was seen that he had, yet he would very soon put that to the test.

He watched him as he begun to play with his hands. From what the Doctor had said about routine being important, Ali was no doubt seeing the routine slacking today and as a result, looked down at his watch to see time fly by. It had all gone well so far, but now was the part that he disliked, the part where he simply couldn't stand those in the medical profession who can cut it like a piece of cake, as his finger from his free left hand, touched the side of Ali's watch, pointing towards the hands that sticked.

His eyes looked down onto the watch, seeing as it was probably the easiest way, since when he looked at him before, he occassionally looked away. "It sure is getting late, and it's only going to be later and later, cos..", pausing as his eyes closed for a sec before reopening, "mom and dad are not coming back. I called. Just as I said I would. They won't be coming back. You won't see them anymore"[/color], taking another pause, not wishing to overload the gun as it were, [b]"But just as I said I would. I won't leave you. You have me. I'll be here for you".

After saying that, he then looked away from the watch to Ali. From what he had seen and heard, Ali was a smart lad, though he only knew a little about him personally, and little about autism, so even if he passes today, there was always tomorrow. It would be hard for the next couple of days, and there was no way that he'd be returning home and moving on just yet. He rested his left hand on his thigh and now waited for what was to come, keeping strong for both of them.

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Looking at his watch he listened as best he could but his thought process was halted when Joe said about his parents not coming back from where they had gone.he breathed in and out quickly his hands flexed rapidly as he began to rock back an forth.


" no...they....can't..." he spoke his voice cracking in almost horror, he ran his fingers through his hair giving it sharp tugs as he rocked trying to wake himself up like this was all a big dream. His hands wrung together nervously as he shook his head quickly.

" no....no..." he repeated softly suddenly standing up and pacing the length of his room his hands flapping against his palms. Humming loudly as he paced he scrunched his eyes together his. Rain almost fizzing out under the pressure to much had been changed and he didnt feel safe at all, everything was going wrong. Why had they gone, where had they gone, why couldn't he go with them? He wanted them to come back so everything would be safe.

Groaning loudly he pulled at his hair again he never pulled out his hair just a few reassuring tugs and that was it a small sensation of reality in his strange world.

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This was always going to be the hardest part, and the part he had been dreading. Though the Doctor said about having no feelings, she did tell him about how they essentially valued consistancy and order, and with the absense of their parents, for Ali, it meant losing his support beams, aswell as those in his routine.

"no...they....can't...no....no...", he could hear his brother say aloud, trying to keep still as he done what he had to in order to calm himself down. Part of him wanted to rush over to him, but the other was telling him that he had no clue what he was doing, and that he should wait till he calmed before going over. By his reaction, he understood, but now the moving on part would be the next hurdle.

With mom and dad gone, he now had a few roles to play, so he was glad his work role was gone in the mean-time. With things cooling down, Joseph then stood up and walked to his brother, putting his hand on Ali's shoulder. Seeing that Ali used his hair to help him, Joseph used his hair also, straightening Ali's hair to show he was there, before looking at him, "I'm here ok? I'll help you, ok?", not knowing what else to say or do, except offer him his hand and try to help him, "Just let me know what you need, alright?", not wishing to completely tarnish the routine that has helped him.

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He clutched onto Joe's hand tightly his eyes darting around the room still checking everything, nothing was messy everything was the same, nice and neat. He looked to Joe as he spoke saying that everything will be alright.

Was Joe going to stay with Ali? So that they would be a family the two of them, he shook his head to itself his mind calculating that he needed a mom and dad but they were not here. He took a handful of his hair giving it a tug, looking at his watch again " dinner...dinner" he spoke his eyes on the floor and his feet shuffling from side to side.

He hummed softly but it was quieter than it used to be, he was calming down for now at least. This was definitely something he would have to get used to, no parents to take care of him but a brother who he had never known his whole life.

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Though they had just met, they had begun to know each other a little more than before, each learning that they did have someone else. Whether it was because he realised he was all he had, or that he trusted him more, he saw it as a positive step forward when Ali held his hand tightly. It would be a great change for both of them, but both of them were smart lads, and Joe would do what he can to help him.

After asking him to tell him what he needed, so Ali needn't to worry about the whole routine falling about, understanding the importance, Ali then looked at his watch and told him it was time for dinner. With their hands still together, it was Joe's turn to lead, seeing as his feet moving side-to-side was telling him that it was time to get moving. He could hear him hum, though it was quiet, as he tilted his head onto his slightly, "I'll sort it" to reassure him, before making his way back downstairs, each time he moved, he made sure that he weren't going too fast for him.

For Joe, he usually had himself a takeaway on a Saturday so there was no cooking, and for some people, it was Chip Shop night on Friday, so using that, he then asked, "Is there anything you usually have or anything you fancy today?", once he was downstairs so he could get started.

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As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs he released Joe's hand, watching him carefully as he asked about what he had for dinner. Checking his watch he pointed to a small table where the household phone sat along with a small stack of takeaway menus sat even though they had the same thing every week Ali liked to memorise the numbers and dish names.

" Gourmet Palace.....455 76 28..." he paused briefly to tapped his fingers together and continued " 22 Chicken Stir Fry....3...Egg Fried Rice...and...41A Duck Spring Rolls". Looking up at the celing as he spoke recalling what he had all of the time from that particular restaurant.

He spun once on the spot and went to go sit in the living room turning on the tv he flicked through the channels he liked watching the game shows even if it was just background noise he liked it as long as it wasn't to loud for Ali he could watch for hours and not realise unless he checked the time.

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